Let the party begin
Fourth of July procession
I'm having a hard time getting into the appropriate super-patriotism mood that is supposed to accompany our country's birthday tomorrow. Blame it on the vile kind of politics that pervades our nation, a discourse so toxic and corrosive to the spirit that I truly wonder if the glue that holds the United States together can keep us together. But then something simple happens to restore a measure of faith, and so it was that when an ancient tractor clattered down the street bearing a weathered farmer and a mom and child happily riding a hay wagon, I stopped to salute the flag that fluttered proudly in the late-afternoon breeze. "Old Glory" still felt worth fighting for, even if all too many flag-wavers seem worth fighting against.